More Than Just A Hometown

It begins at birth.
When Babies cry and set foot on Earth.
That little ground I call hometown.
That red and green passport that makes me who I am
Or rather that tiny certificate that tells me who I am.

Disaster strikes.
All from the East!
The principal booms into the mike,
'Bound to fail, be last or least.'
I try to prove myself.
Every try follwed fail.
Everything I did, I did to no avail.

The tears stop, sadness fades.
Bitterness sets in.
Resentment dictates.
Mama if I had known I would have
Asked in your womb.
I would have whispered if there was
Somewhere else.
Some other place I could be born or
Groomed.
My words broke your heart.
But what about mine? The heart that
Hurts,
The soul knows no word.
Mama my heart hurts more.
But you turn on you heel, straight for
the door.

Anger. Regret.
More than anything, more than
everything,
Not YOUR tears. Not YOUR cries.
Not your sadness I want to hear.
And for you I will 
Pull myelf together, move up the hill.
No more going down,
No more hurting you Mama
No more making you
Frown
With my wishes for something better
Than what you've given me mother.

I'll prove to them.
Doesn't matter where we come from -
East, South, North, West.
What I do, I'll do my best.
Doesn't matter where the sun is rising or ending
'Cause I am done letting 
Them choose my fate.
From now I let myelf constellate
So I choose my own finishing
My own fate.